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Anonymous Coward User ID: 80607537 United Kingdom 09/15/2021 02:46 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left For a dose of conspiracy, Has become increasingly hard, On account of the level of tard. While once there was many a gem, Today there are but few of them, And though there are still many words, They mostly alas are all turds. But such is the way of the ruse, When lackies exist to confuse, Life must be lived ad hoc, When we dwell under Tavvis Tock. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 79504291 United Kingdom 09/15/2021 03:58 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left A day in the life of GLP; Quoting: Anonymous Coward 79504291 Owned by the Trump hating Trinity ACs, shills and trolls alike All come together in the vicinity Free dollar fiddy you might get paid For your fake agendas you so poorly laid Libtard hell, conservatives swell Blowing’ up the main page like a hand grenade Some arrive for the GLP effect Some for the doomporn that keep them erect Uncle intel lies that we love to dissect All on the lists the gubmint collect To all I raise a glass of wine Even if I disagree with every swine Can’t help but shit post these thoughts of mine Now bump me up for a glorious PINE Shameless self bump |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 69437621 United States 09/15/2021 09:54 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left If this post doesn't get any submissions I will declare myself the winner using this simple limerick submission: Quoting: BoatyMcBoatface There was a poetry contest on godlike The trolls and ACs never wrote write They were shills most the time And barely could rhyme Which is all that they thought poetry was like because they were uncreative souls that get all of their ideas from George Soros talking points and from the Democratic Party who feeds them MSNBC they watch all night. Stars forever Subscription For... |
HairyBarbarian
User ID: 80729948 United Kingdom 09/15/2021 09:56 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Let's see the poetry talent of GLP! Quoting: BoatyMcBoatface There really are no rules other than your submission must be a poem, and you must have an account to win otherwise I can't upgrade you. I will count the number of unique bumps your poem receives by the end of the contest (1 week from now), and the highest bump count on your submission makes you the winner. Yes, even if your poem is the most hated, but has the most bumps, you win! Simple as that. She Says God Doesn’t Do Miracles Look at all the poverty, she says, the suffering around us. He doesn’t care anymore. I think about the time I left the bar on a flat tire and drove the car until the wheel fell off, but made it safely home. I think about last night, out of cigarettes— broke and feeling it— until I put my hand into the pocket of my coat and pulled out a five. I think about how people come into each other’s lives as strangers, and grow, over time, into friends, sometimes brothers. O, Pharisees. Miracles go silently into the night, humble, unnoticed, unannounced by flashing lights or wailing sirens or trumpets or crashing thunder. They needn’t be resurrections, starving nations fed, or the blind restored to sight. They are the sound keys make as your drunken fingers fumble in the dark; or when you discover, in a moment of despair, that somehow, you’ve always had everything you’ve ever really needed; or the music of kind laughter echoing through an open door, beckoning to you across the night. I stayed up late into the night last night reading these poems on my phone before crashing out - and they were really good - but this dude's poems - he should compile into a book - he/she - there is something really special about this dude's poetry - I was looking forward to the next contribution from this poster as I went through the thread - well done - unique talent. HairyBarbarian |
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HairyBarbarian
User ID: 80729948 United Kingdom 09/15/2021 10:05 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left i'm bumping this with another poem Quoting: TBKNY Achilles' Next-to-Last Stand Dawnie is one of the regulars at Mr. Lucky's, a dive-bar down on Mooney Pond Road, a one-lane blacktop that runs along the southside of nowhere in particular. "Hey, Dawn-zilla!" I shout, "You got my money, bitch?" She shakes her head but buys me a beer and sends it my way. I gulp it down. "You still owe me," I call across the bar. She blows me a kiss and I turn back to my drink. Now, the guy standing next to old Dawnie, he's there scowling at me. "And you tell Quasimodo to mind his own business," I say, swirling the ice in my whiskey as I bring it to my lips. "It ain't easy being King," I say on the side to the bartender and then I pour it down my throat. I put the glass on the bar and feel a tap on my shoulder. I look up. It's Dawnie's pal, the hunchbacked motherfucker, aka the fat-chick hunter. "Whatcha want?" I ask. "I don't like you," he says. "That's too bad," I say, "because your mom, she loves me. Would you like to step outside, son?" "Right now!" he barks, standing up. "When I finish my drink!" I bark back. And then I knock it down and head out for the door. I walk out to the parking lot and there he is, jumping up and down, moving his feet around, loosening up. Getting ready. "Happy Hour is about to start, son," I say, "so let's make this quick." I crack my knuckles and roll up my sleeves, show him my fists, and then overhand-roundhouse-uppercut-hook slashing ring flashing out shredding skin unzipping forehead spurting— blood. My blood. "You fuck!" I scream, as the blood spills down my face into my cupped hands. Quasimodo closes in, coiling to strike what will surely be the killing blow: My balls pull up into my belly. I close my eyes, grit my teeth, and wait for the flash and the pain. But instead I hear a howl, a hooting howl, something like the hunting cry of a hawk. I open my eyes and see Big Mike, one of my drinking buddies, come flying from out of nowhere in particular like some sort of one-man mounted white-trash cavalry, hooting and whistling as he joins the charge. Big Mike and Quasimodo fight briefly, but it is no match: Big Mike beats the hunchback down to the asphalt. "That's right!" I scream. "How you like it?" I say, as I do the taunter’s dance around the fallen hunchback. "How you like it now?" I say, "how you like it now?” I say, challenging him to get up. "That's what you get for fucking with me!" Big Mike puts his big arm around my shoulders and shuffles me back into the bar. "Are you OK, Kid?" Big Mike asks. I nod and I run my bloody hands over my bloody face and my bloody bald head, the blood mixing with sweat, streaming down my cheeks over my lips past my chin onto my clothes. The regulars gather and disperse. Drinks go around and around. I look at myself in the mirror on the wall behind the bar: I am as a warrior back from battle, a hunter fresh from the kill, a brawler yet unbowed. I am a bloody mess. "That's what you get," I say, "that's what you get," I keep saying over and over to no one in particular. I like this - in particular - it has a similar tone to your baseball one - as a kid with your father - the tone runs throughout your works and sets a unique style. I like how some of your poems follow on - story-teller and poet together - I can see why some might say the work is not true poetry - but to me it is - in a similar vein to that Welsh dude - Owen Shears - the genius comes on as a slow-burn; I really think you should be published. Thank you. HairyBarbarian |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 77906239 United States 09/15/2021 10:29 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Man is not eternal. Eternal Nature Quoting: Anonymous Coward 77906239 Weaves her web; Man's stature Allows participation in her plan. And yet we know that every man Must someday die by Nature's hand. He hardly understands. This is his lot: nature lives forever, Man does not. Man, not by nature eternal Weaves his webs, and plots infernal Designs, thwarting nature at every turn. He poisons the earth, and forests burn. The earth is sacred, but we never learn. Realize if you would profit from life's journey: Man's eternity is to be a part of Eternity. In Linville Gorge, I sat on the rocks Of The Chimneys, a beautiful spot. Sometimes I come here, where nature's hand Has carved out the valley in a style so grand, Yet callous; not like the precision of art- It's cold-blooded beauty still moves the heart: For nature creates, yet also rends In a silent cycle that never ends. I come to escape the grit and the noise, Society's cares, its material toys. A suffocating ether settles down From dingy skyscrapers at the center of town; The highlands of our world, more perfect than these, And yet less so, and here I find ease. And over the mountains, Behemoth grins From his dingy lair where the pavement begins. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 80862863 United States 09/15/2021 04:56 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left His Friend Her heart went out to him. Not in love But in compassion. She touched his face To heal his wounds. She touched his hands To guide the trembling fingers. She knew he was dying. She pretended she didn’t. He knew he was dying, He pretended he wasn’t. She walked his dog As he used to, While he was still able to walk. He watched her, And his heart went out to her. Not in love, But in compassion. For she must watch him die. And when all was said, And all was done. She took his dog home. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 77906239 United States 09/16/2021 01:43 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Man is not eternal. Eternal Nature Quoting: Anonymous Coward 77906239 Weaves her web; Man's stature Allows participation in her plan. And yet we know that every man Must someday die by Nature's hand. He hardly understands. This is his lot: nature lives forever, Man does not. Man, not by nature eternal Weaves his webs, and plots infernal Designs, thwarting nature at every turn. He poisons the earth, and forests burn. The earth is sacred, but we never learn. Realize if you would profit from life's journey: Man's eternity is to be a part of Eternity. In Linville Gorge, I sat on the rocks Of The Chimneys, a beautiful spot. Sometimes I come here, where nature's hand Has carved out the valley in a style so grand, Yet callous; not like the precision of art- It's cold-blooded beauty still moves the heart: For nature creates, yet also rends In a silent cycle that never ends. I come to escape the grit and the noise, Society's cares, its material toys. A suffocating ether settles down From dingy skyscrapers at the center of town; The highlands of our world, more perfect than these, And yet less so, and here I find ease. And over the mountains, Behemoth grins From his dingy lair where the pavement begins. [/quote Inscription: Well, Bro, thought I'd try My hand at some lines With more "Is" than in "Violet Bean." Let's see if THIS one sends Chills up your spine, Like that guy getting tasered Time after time. LSD-25 Lysergic acid diethylamide, AH! That one's mysteries I have oft plied. I tried it...let me see...at twenty-five- But since that time its allure has declined. That time at dawn by the lake's sandy side, The white spots swimming around in the sky Were merely leukocytes within my eyes! You really, by its grace, can look inside. |
mirrors User ID: 77414172 United States 09/16/2021 02:48 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left reflections~ |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 74655323 United States 09/16/2021 02:54 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left increasing velocity of an individual tends to slow down the surroundings policing atrocities around the world sends glow without sound abounding yet audible noise is stemming from boys and girls alike set laudable joys ...hemming a seam is much like riding a bike |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 76509910 United States 09/16/2021 03:00 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Away down a yonder Beyond the oceans blue Lives a mighty creature A dragon they call Sue Away done a yonder Beyond the oceans blue Lives a mighty creature For a name…they call him Sue Sue the mighty dragon Lives beyond the oceans blue Sue the mighty dragon Can fly beyond the moon Sue the mighty dragon Lives beyond the oceans blue Sue the mighty dragon Can swim for miles too Sue the mighty dragon Lives beyond the oceans blue Sue the mighty dragon Guardian for me and you |
scaley ssserpent User ID: 77414172 United States 09/16/2021 03:25 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Away down a yonder Quoting: Anonymous Coward 76509910 Beyond the oceans blue Lives a mighty creature A dragon they call Sue Away done a yonder Beyond the oceans blue Lives a mighty creature For a name…they call him Sue Sue the mighty dragon Lives beyond the oceans blue Sue the mighty dragon Can fly beyond the moon Sue the mighty dragon Lives beyond the oceans blue Sue the mighty dragon Can swim for miles too Sue the mighty dragon Lives beyond the oceans blue Sue the mighty dragon Guardian for me and you the dragon isnt blue tho he blows thru the sky ,like thoughts in your mind come and go passing by.. All day and night thru all space in time ,every feeling, every thought, every word every line.every heart every soul,every tear every cry,every drop on the earth every star in the sky..all that your knowing and all that youve seen are the things that the dragon has dreamed into being..and soon you will see 1+1=2 and the dragon thats dreaming is inside of You~ |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 80840925 United States 09/17/2021 05:00 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Well....fuck you. You'll read it. I can pay my own way for another month, I think. And, too lazy to retype it. You're already upgraded, so why the hate? Lol..... cut and past is such a chore..... Didn't you know? |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 77326624 Canada 09/17/2021 05:10 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left I thought I lost this poem but luckily it MEANT to be found this time that I am looking for it. I appreciate this thread to share my whimsical simple thoughts. This one I wrote is emotion-driven as I walked out from my kindest Oncologist, going home to my waiting family with the news that broke my heart 4 lovely years ago. TILL THEN Till Then... It was the dreaded news That stilled my heart Ti's the moment of longing To recapture the happy memories lost Took the long ride home Eyes moist with tears Do I deserve the wretched pain In silence, heart-stirring Counting the loved ones to share My stories and silliness and all My bleeding heart is breaking Trust in glory to fill my soul Staring to a fulfilled life, or nothing will. Till then... I feel scared, hug me, whisper everything Is going to be alright. Till then... I'll see you soon. 4 years since, thank you, Lord. I am home. I FEEL LOVED. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 80840925 United States 09/17/2021 05:23 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Don't need and upgrade, but here is a top of the head poem. Not my best work. My uncle said; My uncle said I should read this thread. Without it's knowledge I might wake up dead! Those fandango rangers say the content is true, thus there is no link for me and you. The words are gold yet come quite cheap, but the sheep that read still lose no sleep. I, myself am quite a mess having read this thread, I must confess. I will read on further to see what I should do, if only the OP would follow thru. Until that day, should it ever come, too random fate will I succumb. :cheersmate: |
HairyBarbarian
User ID: 80729948 United Kingdom 09/17/2021 06:29 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left I thought I lost this poem but luckily it MEANT to be found this time that I am looking for it. Quoting: socksmells likecankle I appreciate this thread to share my whimsical simple thoughts. This one I wrote is emotion-driven as I walked out from my kindest Oncologist, going home to my waiting family with the news that broke my heart 4 lovely years ago. TILL THEN Till Then... It was the dreaded news That stilled my heart Ti's the moment of longing To recapture the happy memories lost Took the long ride home Eyes moist with tears Do I deserve the wretched pain In silence, heart-stirring Counting the loved ones to share My stories and silliness and all My bleeding heart is breaking Trust in glory to fill my soul Staring to a fulfilled life, or nothing will. Till then... I feel scared, hug me, whisper everything Is going to be alright. Till then... I'll see you soon. 4 years since, thank you, Lord. I am home. I FEEL LOVED. HairyBarbarian |
Sandbeck
User ID: 80885442 09/17/2021 06:36 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Are our hearts getting heavier, Are our minds becoming closed, To the burdens of society And the realities that we chose. Have we lost the art of listening, And writing words with thought and care, Is it all a tragic reflection Of our desperate need for air. Will we find our way to simplier times Of connection and support, Of finding comfort in conversation Not the things that can be bought. Will we learn to open up and speak, Let others see us raw, Will it ever be acceptable To say Stop, Enough, No More. Is time fast slipping away from us To find a way to breathe And establish a bond with others Because that is all we really need. AJB 2021 ByTheForest |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 80530507 United States 09/17/2021 06:39 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Let's see the poetry talent of GLP! Quoting: BoatyMcBoatface There really are no rules other than your submission must be a poem (links to poem threads don't count: you have to post the poem. I can't upgrade already upgraded members), and you must have an account to win otherwise I can't upgrade you. I will count the number of unique bumps your poem receives by the end of the contest (1 week from now), and the highest bump count on your submission makes you the winner. Yes, even if your poem is the most hated, but has the most bumps, you win! Simple as that. Wakey Wakey, this is all fakey!! Ben in works for ages. Time to wake up or end up in cages. Speaking out can impact your wages. Instead, engage us to be courageous in this moment that should enrage us. Realizing that that played us. Making us all feel contagious. |
Sandbeck
User ID: 80885442 09/17/2021 06:39 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left I wrote this after the death of my Father. Melancholy Can I please have a re-do, I just wasn't ready, At the time all the choices were, correct path, the steady. Then I just couldn't see my life far down the track, When emotions come begging, now I want my time back. We focused on stepping up, helping out, being grounded No luxury of choice for emotions compounded. Now it all comes unwanted, unsettled, no rudder And minds such a mess, jam packed, filled with clutter. A new normal to establish, and it will surely arrive, Until then, we endure, 'cause we have to survive. AjB 2021 ByTheForest |
SamAdams
User ID: 80367713 United States 09/17/2021 06:42 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Let's see the poetry talent of GLP! Quoting: BoatyMcBoatface There really are no rules other than your submission must be a poem (links to poem threads don't count: you have to post the poem. I can't upgrade already upgraded members), and you must have an account to win otherwise I can't upgrade you. I will count the number of unique bumps your poem receives by the end of the contest (1 week from now), and the highest bump count on your submission makes you the winner. Yes, even if your poem is the most hated, but has the most bumps, you win! Simple as that. Duck you, you raging flamer. The end! Did I win? |
a follower of the way
User ID: 4803585 United States 09/17/2021 06:48 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left "Forever Road" As I was walking down the forever road, I came to a fork with a toll. One price was high and one price was low, but I thought happiness to be in the highest toll. I was ready to pay the fee, when the keeper said, "If its happy you want to be, go for free". |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 79249943 Spain 09/17/2021 07:01 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left I have a rabbit He lived all his life in a cage. I bought him.. And set him free in my back garden When I freed him... Because he hadnt walked.. His hind legs where weak, he, was afraid, weak and could t walk I watched him as the days passed and noticed how quickly he got his strength back But he was afraid He was searching for the cage He was looking for places to hide similar to the cage So I placed a small semi open cage..and he went inside it.. And hid there for some time Then eventually he started coming out more and more Till one day.. He ignored the cage and didn't go back anymore He was free Because it wasnt the cage itself that kept him a prisoner.. It was his state of mind When he was no longer afraid.. He was finally free The same applies to us.. When we let go of fear and replace it with Faith.. We too will be free.. Free to be who we were always meant to be. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 79986221 United States 09/17/2021 07:03 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Is it Vanity who maintains the wood Of garden archways unobserved At night to freeze and herniate ‘neath rot of bend and weather’s hood? Is it Pride whose poison paint deters The worm who feeds upon the straightest lines Man has left out in the world Under the firm momentous sky? |
ArchimedesGirl
User ID: 77746911 United Kingdom 09/17/2021 07:30 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left My Pop and the Great Mickey Mantle Quoting: TBKNY It was the last game of my first year of Little League and I hadn't had a single base hit. Not one. I'd never even put the ball in play. My father couldn't understand how I couldn't make contact. Three times a week he'd take me to the batting cage and feed in the quarters, watch and critique my form, adjust my stance, evaluate my performance, and I would make good contact— spray the ball to all fields. He would boast to all within earshot about how his seven-year-old son was going to be the next Mickey Mantle. He'd even give advice to other dads about their sons. My father made friends with all the other Little League dads but now it was the last game of the year; somewhere around mid-season my dad stopped hanging around with the other dads and would stand off to the side somewhere alone and keep score. It was the last inning in the last game, my last at-bat in a losing season, and naturally, we were losing. The first pitch looked good so I was first-pitch swinging and crack! the bat caught the ball on its sweet-spot. The ball rocketed straight up; my father jumped up, shouted, “Hey!” and the ball kept climbing and climbing so high it was hard to see against the cloudy sky. But the catcher settled under it and waited until the ball poofed into his mitt. “That,” my father said, as we drove towards home, “was a major-league pop-out.” “A quarter-inch up and you would have hit it out of Yankee Stadium.” “You think so?” I said. “I know so,” he said. “You just missed.” He looked as happy as I'd ever seen him as he grabbed the ball cap off my head and rumpled my hair. “My kid,” he said more to himself than to me, “the next Mickey Mantle.” I would read a whole book of your prose! You have an amazing gift. The human experience in your stories is so poignant, gritty and memorable. It was hard to choose only one. Prophetic dreams about a coming war and those who survive: Thread: "Communism for California" west coast riots from 2006 dream (update: streaming hive mind dream) How to Eject: Thread: Game Over - a Journey to Freedom (story complete) |
ArchimedesGirl
User ID: 77746911 United Kingdom 09/17/2021 07:34 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left @ the DMV w. Skrillex (or somebody that looked like him.) I sit beside a stranger Thinking I don’t know him But now we have in common This stupid little poem Which I now write in earnest If under some duress To put off being friendly In order to impress. The ink stains my white fingers It stains the notebook page It stains my heart with tremors There’s something I should say; Hello, I’d like to know you Forgive me, but I’m shy Your skateboard looks amazing Your hair is. . . well, shaved on one side. How has your life been thus far? What are the wars you fight? Does your mother watch you skateboard? Does your father treat you right? Why do I feel your anger? Why do I mostly agree That life should have been different And something’s incomplete. But then you turn your head and We both, uneasy, smile Discovering in that action The missing final mile. "Hey, how’s it going?" "Okay. How ‘bout you?" "Well, it could be better." "Yeah. Ain't that the truth." Last Edited by ArchimedesGirl on 09/17/2021 07:35 PM Prophetic dreams about a coming war and those who survive: Thread: "Communism for California" west coast riots from 2006 dream (update: streaming hive mind dream) How to Eject: Thread: Game Over - a Journey to Freedom (story complete) |
ArchimedesGirl
User ID: 77746911 United Kingdom 09/17/2021 07:46 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Rastrophiliopustrocity When true rastrophiliopustrocity hit me I was standing in Hobby Lobby It was almost as though it had jumped out and bit me Forced me to buy a skein of knobby, Merry, cherry red merino And size nine needles. Sitting in my worn out chair, admiring a cabled hat (A pattern that caught my attention) When it hit me again, like a bizarre, hyper cat So suddenly, (I failed to mention: I was holding the merino And size nine needles.) As pure rastrophiliopustrocity blossomed I began to knit with a frenzy The result was truly, frenetically awesome A cross between method and whimsy Born of cherry red merino And size nine needles. Prophetic dreams about a coming war and those who survive: Thread: "Communism for California" west coast riots from 2006 dream (update: streaming hive mind dream) How to Eject: Thread: Game Over - a Journey to Freedom (story complete) |